Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On streets
You better your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on beats
talk

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

They walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the talk of New York
I ain't like these, niggaz, be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put green in a
Look, I don't be to stunt but I zip down like jeans in the front
In that you seen and you want

But otherwise I'm cool it
They say the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool with it
gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house with a view of the

The is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't that but you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and say that it's his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner with
Ain't a baller 'cause you put spinners on hoopties, nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a nigga

How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the
the steering wheels are on the other side of the V's
And the homes look like the spot on the other of the C's
they ain't never been on the other side of the p's

I can see through 'em, ya are too light
Every sentence you write is far from the
You wanna be that nigga you are in the
But you got the heart, the scars or the proof

And now you flash ya' shirt, tag in our
But I'm you was a dirt bag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how dime sucked you
they don't even speak to you, never mind fucked you

Ya' hood sayin' come back
Step foot in here and they gon' put you where you won't back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' keys in ya' house
When ya' mamma won't even give you to the house, loser?

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a nigga

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like
Trynna fool the world a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you blow
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' in a throwback

They gon' strip you, you runnin' naked next
security, you like unprotected sex
You ain't never a trigger
All you do is in the mugshot book and finger a nigga

If real recognize real, you'd be a Doe
You in a closet but call it a condo
I don't member you as a that was on the bench
Just a scrub ass ringer in the tournaments

Now try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think it's hip hop con mans
Studio is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you out, fucka

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3 and any that you on them streets
You better keep hand on them heats
And live what you on them beats
Real

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on streets
You better your hand on them heats
And what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk, real talk, talk, real talk, real talk

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